Stuttering

The anatomy of telling one to the next—
is the Chinaman touched in that head?—
run boy run run boy run to that girl—
amuse the pigeons if you want while I—
tell the story, keep the fire on fire—
shabby place here with the holes drilled—
arbitration Wednesday lunch then kid—
did you ever see anyone so bad off—
peddlers on the air just sniff that nickel—
what is it tonight—baby Friday then—
fucking, Siamese-like through Peking windows—
I—had—this—since I was a kid—pardon—
it is the scavengers seeking me Pops—
punks too, and my old lush company
standing there looking in—in here
tapping—if you hear it Pops—tapping